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Fang Teasing Jakabe
🕑 Added 2020-01-20 00:40:05 +0000 UTCAnother short little tease I had done a while back as a warm up to tease Jakebe ( https://twitter.com/jakebe )
Over the years he's developed a bit of a crush on my character Fang, who spawned from the depths of that old interactive story (Not that I can blame him) so while I was trying to get the writing juices flowing I decided to have Fang tease the poor jakalope a bit
Careful: if you gaze long into the abyss (Colored wolf), it may slip you it's number and ask you out.
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Fang Teasing Jakebe
By: Dragonien
There he was. The same place and time that he was every single day. And just like the wolf in the gym across the street was there every single day, every day since he had first come to this coffee shop Jakabe was sitting at this same table with this same drink in hand and the same laptop in front of him. If anyone were to ask, he just loved the atmosphere of the little coffee shop and needed a daily caffeine fix around lunch time, and for the first few days he even had himself convinced. But after a week of staring and ogling he couldn’t hide from the truth.
He was checking the guy out.
Although guy felt like a woefully inadequate descriptor for the living Adonis that was Pumping Iron every day in the gym across the street. He wasn't just a wolf, he was the biggest wolf that Jakabe had ever seen or even heard of. It was hard to gauge since he had only ever seen the wolf from a distance but based on the size of other people around him in the gym he had to peg the wolf at nearly eight feet tall. He was as big as any dragon or saurian that Jakabe had ever seen, and that was just his height. He was built like an amateur bodybuilder but his near non-existent body fat and his prodigious height made him seem even bigger than he was proportionally. A massively wide v-shaped back top end either side with two cannonballs for shoulders each sporting massive arms that would make Jakabe’s legs look scrawny in comparison. Speaking of legs, the wolf s legs had to be as thick around as the jackalopes waistline and his perverse mind skipped straight over imagining those monstrous thighs crushing watermelons between them and jump straight to cinder blocks instead. All of it was made even more apparent and appealing by his dark black coloration which normally would have helped to hide the Contours of his body’s definition but instead only made it seem that much more impressive with how clearly visible his muscles were through the dark colored fur.
And it wasn’t just his body that drew the jackalopes attention to him. The wolf wasn’t just a Titan that looked like he hadn’t just hit the genetic Lottery but had robbed an entire genetics Bank instead. It was that he knew it, and he flaunted it. Even without ever having Ben within 50 feet of the Wolf, Jakabe could read it in his body language that he didn’t just know he was big, he reveled in it. Whenever the wolf was near someone else his back was always ramrod straight at his chest puffed out to strain the front of whatever muscle shirt he was wearing that day to maximize the already intimidating size difference between him and anyone else in the gym. It was visible in the way that every time the wolf completed a set he didn’t just pause to catch his breath, he always had to look himself over as of eager to see any and all progress that he had made. And of course, there was how he never finished his work out and went to the locker room to clean up without flexing at least once in front of one of the wall-length mirrors. He knew the wolf is probably a bit of a pompous ass just from watching how he acted but at the same time he couldn’t really blame the wolf. It’s hard to fully call it narcissism when they’re objectively one of the biggest and most impressive examples of their species to ever live.
As embarrassed as he was at what was probably only a step or two removed from stalking, he couldn’t really bring himself to be fully shamed about it. Maybe it was just infatuation talking but he felt the wolf deserved the attention. Someone that impressively built should be admired. Which made it that much more disappointing when the wolf seemed to stop his typical workout early. A small voice in the back of Jakabe’s head tried to comment on how his obsession apparently had led him to memorize not just the time and place the wolf was everyday but his actual workout routine, but that voice was drowned out by 1 much louder voicing its disappointment that the ‘show’ was apparently ending early today. Both voices instantly shut up and were replaced with a third, much more Panic voice, screaming a badly imitated facsimile of a klaxon alarm in his head when he saw the wolf looking out the window. Looking straight at him.
Time seemed to slow down until it felt like it had stopped as his eyes locked with the wolf’s. Some obnoxious voice far back in his head they had mastered the art of inappropriate thoughts idly wondered if this was that sense of heightened awareness that people experience in the instant before death. He wasn’t sure if you could die from embarrassment but he felt like if you could he was about to experience it.
After holding his gaze without moving for several seconds, which to the Jackalope felt like a few hours, the wolf’s left lip curled up into a lopsided smirk that showed off a bit too much of his teeth. Three casual steps forward had the wolf standing directly in front of one of the Florida ceiling windows lining the wall of the gym that faced Jakabe. Without ever taking his eyes off the Jackalope, the wolf raised one arm and carefully pressed something he pulled out of his pocket up against the inside of the window. Then, just as abruptly as he had made eye contact, he broke it. Turning around so his brought back was facing the Jackalope instead he casually strolled his way back into the gym and out of sight. Only when he was gone from view did Jakabe glance back at where the wolf head touch the glass. He couldn’t make it out from this distance but he saw something small and white stuck to the glass. After taking a few moments to calmly put away his laptop and finish his drink, certainly not using both as an excuse to buy time to calm down, he stood and crossed the street. What he found when he made it to the window left his knees weak, his cheeks burning, and his stomach full of fluttering butterflies. On the window was a small scrap of paper with a bit of tape on it. That scrap of paper only held two things: A phone number, and two neatly written words under it.
Call Me.
